I slip one finger inside of her, curling it up and into her delicately.
My heart skips a beat when I do this, feeling how she clenches up around me.
“Christ, you’re tight, Sky,” I mutter against her skin, doubting she can understand me the way I’m talking and licking her at the same time.
If she’s this tight for one finger—Christ. I pity my cock with several times the thickness of my forefinger, trying to get inside of her.
“Sorry,” she mutters, and I can’t respond with my mouth wrapped up in her right now, but I make a mental note to have a chat with her about never apologizing for something so natural as a tight pussy.
Not to mention something that’s an unbelievable turn on. I’m hard as a rock as I kneel on the floor. My cock and balls ache to get in the game, jealous of the action my tongue and fingers are getting right now.
“Luke,” she whispers. “Can I come? I want to.”
Christ. She’s…waiting for my cue?
So she didn’t come before? All that moaning was just regular moaning, not orgasm moaning.
“Come, Cielo,” I growl, as I keep pleasuring her with my finger and mouth. My mind races, and even though Sky is the one on the brink of an orgasm, I’m taking more pleasure in this act than I ever have. “Come hard. Come all over my face. Come for Daddy.”
Come for Daddy?
Holy shit, did I really just say that? Where on earth did that come from?
I’m twenty-two, definitely not a ‘Daddy.’
Never thought about having woman call me, ‘Daddy.’
The word always weirded me out a little, to be honest.
But it just slipped out.
Clearly, hooking up with Sky causes me to lose my mind as I continue to help her seek her pleasure.
“Mmm yes,” she mutters, smiling, almost laughing with joy and the heat between her legs. She thrashes and squirms against me. I’ve got to use my free hand to keep her from damn near falling off the bed. “Coming, Daddy.”
Welp. She heard the Daddy thing. I was kind of hoping we could just pretend that never happened. But the smile on her face tells me she’s in on the joke with me.
Hearing Sky’s sweet voice sing to a crescendo is the hottest moment of my life.
She moans and thrashes and I revel in feeling her body shake from her thighs to her stomach to her arms. When she’s done, she grabs my hand and head and pulls me away from her opening.
“I get really sensitive after,” she says between breaths.
“I bet,” I say, standing up, off of my knees.
“Daddy.” She giggles. “Did you really just say that?”
“It just came out. I’ve never said that before.”
She shrugs. “Me neither. But I was into it.”
I lock my eyes on her with an even expression and bring the finger of my right hand to my mouth, then suck her juices off of it.
Slowly.
“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, Sky, but you taste terrific.”
She lays back with her arms overhead, looking like a dazed opium addict. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m serious, by the way. I’m not just saying that to be sexy, or something.”
“Well I have been trying this new fruit-heavy diet. Lots of pineapple. How about you?” She wiggles her eyebrows. Her eyes drift to my boxers and the erection begging to be set free.
“What about me?”
“How do you taste?” And that almost gets me jizzing in my shorts.
Flipping her body around, she gets onto her stomach and crawls forward on the bed. She lifts my shirt up, kisses my abs, then pulls down my waistband until my cock springs free.
“Wow,” she gulps, holding me at the base. Her eyes flit up to meet my gaze.
She parts her lips, then takes me so far into her mouth, her nose touches my stomach.
My eyes roll up in the back of my head, and I let out a deep, gravelly moan.
When she pulls her mouth off of me and sucks in a breath, she looks at me with a confused expression.
“What’s the matter?” I ask.
She frowns. “What time is it?”
I glance at my phone, which I put on her desk.
“Four-oh-four. Fuck.”
“Doesn’t baseball practice start at…”
“Four fifteen,” I say, and using all of the willpower I have available to me, I pull my boxers up and look for my pants. If I basically run to practice from here, there’s a chance I’ll make it. If I’m even a minute late, I’ll be taking shit all season.
“Sorry,” she says. “Didn’t mean to blue ball you. Raincheck?”
“Obviously. I can’t do tonight. Tomorrow?” I say as I throw on my shoes.
“Yes.”
I throw my coat on frantically and slip out the door.
Only once I get into the hallway, I practically bowl over Roger, running straight into him.
“Oh excuse me, I’m…” My sentence trails off, then I look at him. Roger and I have known each other since sophomore year when he started dating one of my fraternity brothers Ian.
He freezes up like a deer in headlights, and it makes me wonder.
I notice he’s halfway through a pint of Ben and Jerry’s chocolate ice cream, and he’s got this guilty look on his face, like a dog who just got caught eating out of the trash.
“Have you been standing out here the whole time…listening to Sky and I?”
Roger averts my gaze. “Not sure what you mean. I’m just passing through right now, to the ah, bathroom.” He points down the hall.
“Isn’t the bathroom the other way?” I point the other way down the hall, opposite from where Roger seemed headed when I opened the door.
“Well now I’m coming back from the bathroom. Obviously.”
I pinch my eyebrows together. “So why do you have a half-melted pint of ice cream? Do you always bring one of those to the bathroom?”
He swallows, a little too forcefully, then looks down at the ice cream guiltily. “It’s a free country, last time I checked. I can bring ice cream wherever the fuck I want. Including the bathroom. Bitch.”
I glance down. “Well, why do you have a boner if you just peed?”
His face turns as red as a balloon, and then he looks at me.
“Why do you have a boner?” he asks.
I look down. He’s right.
“I guess we’re even then, aren’t we.”
I hear laughter from Skylar’s room, and I wink at him before I head down the stairs.
I manage to make it to baseball practice by four sixteen, and somehow Coach J doesn’t notice that I’m late.
Concentration is hard to come by when I’ve just crossed—no, decimated the boundary I thought I would keep with Skylar this term.
And I don’t regret a single second of it.
After practice, I check my phone, and the message I see makes me light up all over.
Skylar: My place or yours tomorrow night?
10
Luke
“If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” I ask Ryan.
“Tacos,” Ryan says definitively. “I freakin’ love ‘em.’”